Kindle, Saviour, in my heart, 
A flame of love divine; 
Hear, for mine I trust thou art, 
And sure I would be thine; 
If my soul has felt thy grace, 
If to me thy name is known; 
Why should trifles fill the place 
Due to thyself alone?

'Tis a strange mysterious life 
I live from day to day; 
Light and darkness, peace and strife, 
Bear an alternate sway: 
When I think the battle won, 
I have to fight it o'er again; 
When I say I'm overthrown, 
Relief I soon obtain.

Often at the mercy-seat, 
While calling on thy name, 
Swarms of evil thoughts I meet, 
Which fill my soul with shame. 
Agitated in my mind, 
Like a feather in the air, 
Can I thus a blessing find? 
My soul, can this be pray'r?

But when Christ, my Lord and Friend, 
Is pleas'd to show his pow'r 
All at once my troubles end, 
And I've a golden hour; 
Then I see his smiling face, 
Feel the pledge of joys to come: 
Often, Lord, repeat this grace 
Till thou shalt call me home.